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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N - CDGaymer = Thank you!
We sit that way for a while and I hear his breathing change to the calm relaxed breathing of a person asleep. I wait another five minutes and ease out from under his head and lay him across the couch. I got a blanket off of his bed, covered him and stumbled out of his flat and into mine.
                I’ve never been drunk before. Malfoy’s are too dignified to get drunk. I walked into a doorway and started to giggle until the room started to spin again. I fall on to my stomach on my bed and try to hold on so I don’t fall out. I eventually pass out and my nightmares involve He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named chasing Weasley.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                Oh my head hurts. It’s the second day in a row I’ve woken up not in my bed. It also happens to be the second day in a row that I’ve not woken up with nightmares. However, after laying there for about 10 minutes deciding if I’m going to be sick my eyes pop open. I have a vague memory of kissing Malfoy. Did it happen? If not, why am I thinking about it? If I had kissed him he would have punched me, right? Do I ask him? What the hell?
                I sit up and hold my head in my hands. The room is still swaying. Nope, gonna be sick. I make it to the bathroom. After I’m done I take a shower to wash myself off and then brush my teeth, causing me to throw up again.
                I know I kissed him. Why did I do it? I’ve never felt the urge or need to kiss a bloke before. Hell, for the last 4 years I’ve not felt the urge to kiss anyone. The last time I kissed anyone was Hermione in the Chamber of Secrets. If I act like it didn’t happen maybe I can forget it and hopefully he was so drunk he doesn’t remember.
                I spend the rest of the day lying around fighting my hangover.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I wake up Sunday and lay there with my eyes closed. The sun is so bright. My dreams come back to me. Weasley running while the Dark Lord shoots green jets of light at him trying to kill him. I didn’t wake screaming but it’s weird to me to dream of Weasley. I wonder how he is but don’t think I should go over. I’m not sure if he remembers last night and the fact that he kissed me. How do I even feel about that? It was a shock but I didn’t push him away. I didn’t respond either. People do stuff like that when they’re drunk, right? But I also heard that people do things they don’t have the nerve to do when they’re drunk. So does he want to kiss me? Ugh… too much thinking, my head hurts.
                I get out of bed and drink some water. My mouth feels as if I’ve been eating my cloak. Food does not sound good. A shower might, but I don’t have the energy. Maybe I’ll just lay back down.
                I end up sleeping the day away on the couch. I’ve not slept this much in years. I wonder what changed.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                Monday morning and I’m still on the couch. I did get up and take a shower just to lay back down. Part of it was because I felt horrible and part was because I was so board. I had nothing to do and taking a walk was not high on my list of activities with the headache I had.
                There is a knock at my door at 10:00am. For a brief, unexplained minute I hoped it was Weasley and was disappointed to find Mr. Twilliger at my door.
                “Good day Mr. Malfoy.” he said as he swept past me.
                “Hello.”
                “How has your reentry into society been so far?”
                “Ok I guess.”
                “Do you have any questions or requests?”
                “Yes actually I do.” I grab my list off the table and hand it to him. “I don’t know what is considered a need or a want. But I’d really like to have some books. There is absolutely nothing to do here. I’ve taken a walk but other than that I have no money, I have no newspaper, I have no books, I have no parchment. I have nothing here”
                “Ah, yes. Well let’s look at your options.” He pulls out a list from an inside pocket of his cloak. “Yes, here it is. Additional items for your flat, books and radio are on it. Would you like them both?”
                “Yes, please.”
                “You would also like a subscription to the Daily Profit?”
                “If I have to find a job I figured I better start looking. That’s also why the dress robes are on there.”
                “Impressive. Getting a jump on things. Parchment is also understandable. Very well, I will have parchment, quill and ink, books and a radio delivered. We have access to both muggle and wizard books. I’ll have a collection brought over. The dress robes and the Daily Profit will need to be paid for out of your fund and you will need to do the shopping and the ordering.”
                “That’s fine.”
                “So, Have you been in contact with anyone from your past?”
                “My neighbor is a school mate but we hated each other. He’s one of Harry Potter’s friends.”
                “Really? Who is it?”
                “Ron Weasley.”
                “Ahh yes, Arthur’s boy. He’s an Auror correct?”
                “Yes.”
                “So you’ve been talking with him?”
                “A bit. Nothing serious.” As I said that I flashed back to him kissing me. No, nothing serious.
                “No one else then?”
                “No.”
                “Do you have any other questions?”
                “I don’t’ know how to prepare food. I’ve always had a house elf or magic.”
                “Hmmm. I’ll send someone over to help you with that. It’s not hard, muggles do it every day without magic!”
                “How am I supposed to get my robes? “
                “You are allowed to go places Mr. Malfoy.”
                “But how do I get there? I can’t apparate without a wand.”
                “Maybe Mr. Weasley could take you side along. There is also the night bus.”
                “Ok.” Not sure what I was going to do. Asking Weasley seems a bit presumptuous but I’ve never been on the night bus. I’m a Malfoy.”
                “Someone will be here later today to help you with food preparation. Send me an owl if you need anything. I’ll be back in one month for our mandatory visit but if you need me before hand, please get in touch.”
                “Thank you.” He disapperated.
                Twenty minutes later there was another knock at my door and a delivery person was dropping off 20 different books, some parchment, quills and ink, and a radio. I wait until the delivery person leaves and then I act like a child at Christmas. I turn on the radio and sit on the couch looking through all of the books. I was lost in the books for hours. Before I knew it, it was night.
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                I got to work early since I had actually slept more this weekend than I have in the past 4 years. I was working on reports on my desk when Harry came in.
                “Whoa. What are you doing here?”
                “I work here you idiot.”
                “I meant what are you doing here so early.” he hung up his cloak before pulling up a chair beside me.
                “Working. I was awake so I figured I’d get a jump on the paperwork.”
                “What did you do this weekend?”
                “Not much. Had lunch with Malfoy on Saturday, laid around on Sunday nursing a hangover.”
                “You had lunch with Malfoy? Why?”
                “He’s my neighbor and it turns out we have a fair bit in common.” I keep working and don’t look at Harry. Will he be able to tell I kissed Malfoy?
                “Really? Like what?”
                “Just stuff. He’s changed a lot since school. I told you, Azkaban changed him.”
                “Ok. If you say so.” Harry didn’t seem to believe me but I wasn’t going to push it. ‘You’re still coming to dinner on Friday, right?”
                “Is there a choice? It made it sound like you were going to abduct me.”
                “There isn’t a choice. Hermione is coming too.”
                “Yeah, I’ll be there.” I really didn’t want to be there. The only person I can stand to be around right now is Malfoy and I don’t even want to think about what that means.
                When I get home that night I make more noise than I typically do. I was hoping that Malfoy would come over. I needed to know if he remembered what I did Saturday but I wasn’t brave enough to ask him. He didn’t come over and I was really disappointed. Again, I didn’t want to think about what that means.
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